Freedy Johnston
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“What You Cannot See, You Cannot Fight”…has a father revealing to his son how the son let his now dead mother down: “You look like you were made to leave. Not too steady on your feet. You know what she’d say. Hey, it’ll be okay. Gotta figure your wrong from right. But I can’t tell you like she’d tel...
Tell me son
Where have you been going
You come home early and you come home late
When I see you anyway
Since she's gone
You went right back on it
I know it by the way you talk
You make no sense and will not stop
It's another morning
You'd hear her rising
Then she'd walk in like the morning light
But I can't tell you
Like she'd tell you
What you cannot see, you cannot fight
You were the first one
And always favored son
You never saw her cry for you
When you'd run off like you do
Come on in son
And I will make you something
You look like you were made to leave
Not too steady on your feet
You know what she'd say
It'll be OK
Gotta figure out your wrong from right
But I can't tell you
Like she'd tell you
What you cannot see, you cannot fight
It's another morning
The sun might be shining
We should drive on out to where she lies
Cause I can't tell you
Like she'd tell you
What you cannot see, you cannot fight